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[aid] => mick
[title] => Witches Revenge.
[time] => 2006-01-21 03:19:36
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[bodytext] => The smell was terrible. A disgusting smell that irritated the nose and yes made my mind go as soggy as bread soaked in water. I could not accept that this smell was normal; it was a vile penetrating smell that robbed one of one’s senses. It seemed to be filling the whole of the valley. I immediately thought that someone or something is up to no good. The smell was coming from the northeast I knew who was responsible it was the Witch that had tried to magic the crows away from the London Zoo. I thought that she had possibly found a cure for her Lumbago. I went to the woods and warned the Fairies to be on their guard and to warn the rest of Fairyland while I went back to keep my eye on the Witch. I placed myself close to her cottage and took my binoculars from their case and concentrated on the Witches home. To be more correct I was looking through her window with my infrared binoculars or as one would say modern spyglasses I saw the Witch threw some more leaves and dried roots and even a dried Lizard into the cauldron she had boiling away, on a tripod fixed over a brightly burning fire. The smell got more intense; I was pleased that I had warned the Little Folks in Fairyland, who knows what mischief this evil old woman, was brewing up for the Little Folks. Soon I was joined by a Leprechaun he had two small pieces of soft wood in his nose and gave me two of the same and told me to push it up my nose it would stop us from breathing in the stinking smell from the old Witch’s Cauldron, which was now pouring out vile vapours from her open door and window. It was getting very thick like a sea mist coming in over the coast in late autumn. The smell was unbelievable and I was Pleased that the Leprechaun had brought me the filters for my nose. Her Majesty Queen Feeana, Queen of all the Fairies, joined us she came quietly without any fuss. The Leprechaun gave Her Majesty two of the filters for her nose. The Queen Feeana was disgusted with the smell from the cottage she had such a delicate sense of smell that she could smell the evil brew even through the filters. All we could do was wait and see what the smell was going to do, was it just the smell or had the evil Witch concocted a new illness that would harm all the Fairies and Little folk. Would it affect the wild animals many of whom we had seen running away from this smell. A group of rabbits had disappeared into their burrows and I could imagine them digging even deeper to get away from this terrible old woman’s evil smelling brew. While we were waiting to see what would happen next, a Robin flew and landed on the Fairy Queens shoulder. “ Your Majesty some of the small Fairies are very ill this smell is making them sick.” “The wise old Fairies are looking after the infants but none of the herbs seem to be working.” “The wise ones are mixing different lotions and potions but they are very worried and concerned about the smaller Fairies.” The Queen I could see was now very angry and wondered what she would do to punish the old Witch. I did not have to wait long. The Queen Feeana raised her wand and spoke in the old language. I expected the old Witches cottage would fall down, or that the Queen would turn her into a toad or something like that. Suddenly from out of the window came a small cloud of white smoke the black stinking smell was suddenly gone. Queen Feeana told me to watch the white cloud. I saw that all the black evil smelling smoke was being absorbed by the small white cloud. The Queen looked satisfied and said,” She made the smoke with the horrid smell that was making my infant Fairies ill now she will wander with that cloud till the end of time and she will smell her own misdeeds till then. The white cloud now was very grey and the black smoke with the smell was gone. If ever you see a large grey cloud in the sky you will know that the Witch is serving her punishment and will do so for a long, long time. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 462 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 8 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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